I answered, "Better than having sex, I have many memories of his making LOVE to Carol. He was totally in love with her, and his memories are fantastic...to recall. It blows me away to remember those memories and to feel how strong his emotions were. It makes me want to cry to think that he loved Carol so much that he gave up his life to make her happy by letting me come back."Having set a useful moral tone, the rest of the conversation was at a very nice level. I denied having any memories of. Dad opened his eyes and smiled at me and began to push his cock deep up my love hole. He rolled me over and pulled my knees up to the side of my head and drove his hard wonderful cock into me and fucked me like that for almost and hour. He grabbed my ass and pulled it up in the air and plunged his rod deep into my pussy. Burrowing the head of his cock so deep that again I felt him move my cervix back up into my uterus and his hot cum shoot directly into that tiny hole. Had I not been on the. One cold day, her small nipples were hard, I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits and she noticed, whenever she saw me looking she would cover her breasts with her jacket.After a week of endless erections, on our way to school, she asked me to wait for everyone to get out first because she wanted to tell me something important. Everyone got out and she said "Tomorrow don't get in the bus, just hide out behind your building.", so I replied "You want me to skip school??", "Well if you don't want to. 'Helena,' you say and lift your eyebrows, 'meet my lover and, as you will undoubtedly have guessed by now, also my submissive, Chrissy.'Your friend looks back and forth between us two a number of times, raises a questioning eyebrow towards you that is answered with a nod, then steps closer and begins to smile. I look back a little fearful.She extends well-manicured fingers towards me and begins to roam over my upper leg, her eyes looking deeply into mine. "You didn't exaggerate," she tells you,.